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Black Sapphire Cookie— Grapevine Faerie Cookie, at the moment— was probably on the shittiest mission of his entire time serving Shadow Milk Cookie.
He had to TALK to the faeries.
And he usually didn’t mind it, because he could usually just go to Silverbell Cookie’s little cottage and hang out with his unofficial boyfriend.
They had made out before, on several occasions, and Silverbell knew Grapevine Faerie was just a disguise and knew who Black Sapphire was, but they didn’t want to slap a label on it, so they just kept it as partners for now.
He promised to himself that he’d tell Shadow Milk Cookie soon, but that stupid PRICK of a sister, Candy Apple Cookie, was always hovering around him like the annoying little fly she was.
Anyway, today’s mission wasn’t miserable because he had to talk to the faerie cookies, but because Candy Apple had to ‘babysit’ him. Apparently, she told Shadow Milk Cookie that Black Sapphire was slacking off to gain their master’s favor, and now was assigned to watch him to make sure he did his job.
Ugh.
Responsibilities.
Anywho, they currently strolled through the city, which was familiar to him at this point.
Usually, excursions like this one were calm, fun and pretty laid back, but today, Black Sapphire felt like he was being watched.
He asked Candy about it a couple of times, but she just called him crazy.
He probably was, after a whole week of seeing this place.
Lanterns hung overhead, casting a warm glow over the walkways. Cookies from all over the Faerie kingdom were selling all kinds of produce and goods: from fresh fruit to bear jellies. All throughout, the gentle singing and music that was oh-so-common in the kingdom rang through the streets.
Sapphire still wasn’t fully used to it, despite all the time he spent in this kingdom. The only singing that he found enjoyable was Silverbell’s, and part of that came from the fact that they were partners.
Anyways, Candy Apple Cookie— Apple Faerie, as she called her disguise— pranced along next to Black Sapphire, faking a silly faerie attitude while talking shit about White Lily Cookie, while Sapphire just prayed they didn’t run into Silverbell.
“White Lily is such a bitch,” Apple Faerie giggled, “She can go die in a hole—“
“Candy shut the fuck up,” Grapevine Faerie hissed, “stay in character.”
“I am in character,” The cookie next to him declared sassily, “I am full of whimsy and delight.”
“Candy- I mean- Apple Faerie, you can’t just talk about murdering the Guardian of the Silver Tree. Faeries don’t do that,” Grapevine Faerie was back in character: the tired older sibling whose gender was a fictional concept.
“Get that stick out of your ass <3” Candy Apple said, still faking a faerie-like tone,
“Can you lock the fuck in, Apple Faerie,” Grapevine Faerie said through gritted teeth, emphasizing the persona’s name, “you’re going to get us caught.”
[Author’s Note: Black Sapphire Cookie is canonically brainrot because I said so.]
Candy Apple rolled her eyes and shut up, but walked along.
She was such a brat, ugh. Always whining and doing anything but being in character.
They wandered the city like they hadn’t already spent hours chasing dead ends. The library was a bust—no secret scrolls titled ‘How to Kill the Silver Tree in Three Easy Steps!’ . Or the ‘glorified weed,’ as Shadow Milk liked to call it.
The girl beside Grapevine Faerie Cookie was glancing around hesitantly and slowed down a bit. She wanted something.
He stopped and looked his sister dead in the eye, “What?”
She paused, “Huh?”
“You clearly want something.” Grapevine Faerie put his hands on his hips,
Apple Faerie averted his gaze, but finally asked, “…can we try a bear jelly?”
…
“You were this awkward over a bear jelly?” The grape vendor couldn’t help but laugh.
“Master never lets us have them back at the spire…” Apple Faerie pouted,
“Fine, fine,” Grapevine Faerie patted his sister’s head, “I know the bear jelly vendor. We talk sometimes when I sell grapes. I think he’ll give you one for free.”
Apple Faerie/Candy Apple Cookie practically squealed with delight and happily led the way to the stall. Grapevine Faerie followed her, chuckling to himself.
What a nerd. It was crazy she was his sister.
He watched the nervous wreck of a deceitling try to figure out what flavor out of 3 to order. What a silly little thing.
Though, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was being watched.
He glanced around to try and find the ‘stalker’. No one was looking at him. They just pranced past him, giggling, humming and being faeries. Ew.
He kept watching Apple Faerie struggle to choose a flavor and was about to go help her choose a flavour. Suddenly, something slammed into his back. One second, he was eyeing bear jellies. The next, he was airborne—branches slapping past, dirt flying, his whole body crashing into forest floor.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck fUCK!
He needed his staff, the faeries were onto them.
He couldn’t see the person who tackled him, but they were deep enough in the forest for him to drop his disguise and have nobody notice. As the form of Grapevine Faerie melted away to reveal the true form of the minion of deceit, the mystery assaulter reached up to yank on Black Sapphire’s wings.
They were quite sensitive (in all senses of the word) because there were a lot of nerves in them. Usually, one tug would be enough to reduce Black Sapphire to an overstimulated mess.
However, this time, he fell to the ground, whining.
He was dead.
He was so dead.
And Master wouldn’t even care. He wouldn’t save him this time-
The stranger’s hands started to move.
To draw a weapon?
Call the Faerie Knights?
Black Sapphire Cookie was genuinely surprised when their hands gently brushed across his wings, tracing the lines.
.
.
.
Wait. This touch felt familiar…
“Silverbell?” He asked tentatively as he turned around to see if he was right,
“Hi, Sapphy!” That stupid(ly cute) faerie grinned, getting off Black Sapphire Cookie’s back,
“…you asshole!” Sapphire couldn’t help but laugh, “I thought you were going to crumble me!”
“I just wanted to surprise you,” Silverbell smiled and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “besides, you pulled out your staff like you were going to attack me too.”
“It was in self-defense!” The deceitling whined, “And, by the way, you didn’t have to pull at my wings.”
“Sorry,” Silverbell smiled, “I just couldn’t help it, you’re so responsive when I touch your wings. It’s like a power-off button.”
“…still rude.” Black Sapphire pouted.
“Awww, I’m sorry,” Silverbell smiled a bit wider, his fingers gently brushing the edges of Black Sapphire’s wings. He usually did it when they were alone, and the gesture had become more comforting than stimulating,
“Don’t ‘awww’ me.” Black Sapphire frowned even more,
Silverbell did it again just to spite him. (It worked.)
“So… Why are you and Candy Apple here?” The Faerie asked,
“Master wants us to destroy the Silver Tree.” Sapphire mumbled.
“Oh…” Silverbell frowned,
They usually didn’t talk about his missions because they were often centered around destroying the very thing Silverbell was meant to protect.
“Don’t worry,” Sapphire mumbled, “We’re a long way from figuring out how. Plus, I don’t feel like helping. It’s a lot of effort, and I’d rather crumble,”
Silverbell was still frowning.
“…I promise, I’ll try to stop them from destroying it,” Black Sapphire said, gently taking Silverbell’s hands and looking at him with all his eyes to prove he wasn’t lying, “I’ll try to convince them to let it live,”
Silverbell stared up at him with an empty gaze before nodding quietly.
Black Sapphire gently kissed him on the lips, hoping to bring a bit of comfort.
Silverbell’s fingers started stroking his wings again, pulling a few happy purrs from the minion of deceit.
When he finally pulled away, Silverbell spoke.
“You better not be lying.”
Black Sapphire nuzzled at the faerie’s shoulder, “I promise, I’m not.”
“Hey dumbass?!” Oh shit.
“Silverbell, get off-“ Black Sapphire said frantically but practically powered off when Silverbell accidentally stepped on his wings in his attempts to stand up.
“Crap, I’m sorry-“ Silverbell rubbed at his partner’s wings to try and soothe him, but that just made Black Sapphire Cookie even more twitchy.
And of course, Candy Apple chose this moment to show up, in all her glory.
“Hey, Black Sapphire Cookie, this bear jelly is really good! It’s blue, just like Master Shadow Milk Cookie….” Her voice trailed off, “what the fuck am I looking at?”
Silverbell just froze in place, but Black Sapphire managed to pull two neurons out of the pool of overstimulated ones and rub them together just enough to manage three words:
“FUCK OFF, CUNT.”
Silverbell sharply tugged at both of Black Sapphire Cookie’s wings, again out of habit.
“No cursing!”
Silverbell was trying to get his partner to curse less by tugging at Black Sapphire’s wings whenever he did hear him curse.
“Not the time!-“ Black Sapphire managed to choke out before the stimulation got to his brain.
When he flopped onto the grass like a vegetable, Candy Apple Cookie’s eyes widened with realization and she skipped off, giggling mischievously, taking the form of Apple Faerie again.
“I’m telling Master!” She chirped, “Then he’ll hate you, and I’ll be his favourite!”
Black Sapphire wanted to stop her, but his brain was a pile of mush at this point, and he couldn’t bring himself to speak, much less, move.
“Witches…” Silverbell mumbled, scooping his ragdoll of a partner into his arms, “I’m sorry, are you okay,”
Dumbass.
Did he look okay?
He was limp. His wings were twitching and fluttering weakly. He couldn’t even form a sentence.
“…no.” The deceitling managed.
“…do you want to bunk at my house today?” Silverbell offered, before adding, “blink twice if yes.”
Black Sapphire blinked twice because there was no way in hell he was going back in this state.
“…okay,” the faerie offered, “I’ll make some tea.”
He lifted Sapphire in a bridal carry and flew off to his house.